This is a song about "Mat jake"

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

I rap just to pass time mat ta fact i used to sell records for a dime,

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Why do you hate and why do you affiliate with a jake

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

I can tell you that this tape

Spitting fire. a dragon like jake